"Yoli. Yoli, come on, wake up. Say something to me."

Lizetta's hands were trembling, her voice shattered. She couldn't bring herself to touch Yolanda, fearing she might shatter her into pieces.

How could there be so much blood? Such a torrent flowing from beneath Yoli's head.

"Somebody help! Please, someone save her."

Her vision blurred, everything around her seemed to dissolve into ghostly shadows, a vast emptiness swirling before her eyes.

Only the glaring red beneath Yolanda stood out, so vivid, so scarlet.

It was all her fault. She knew it was reckless, yet she insisted on throwing this damned wedding, and now Yolanda was paying the price because of her.

"Liz."

caught sight of Yolanda unconscious in a

there, trembling and breaking down, and the blood staining Lizetta's wedding dress, turning the pristine white into a haunting red,

than he'd ever felt, but one thing was

Yolanda,

a piece of fabric to carefully lift Yolanda's head, pressing

same time,

the manager snapped back to reality, he fumbled with

don't be scared. The doctors are on their

coldness, sharp and piercing, as if a million needles were ready to tear him apart. Remington had never seen such a look

taking initiative to stir up trouble, her

at anyone with such

now, she looked at him that way, as

say in a voice foreign and hoarse,

turned cold as a storm cloud, while Lizetta looked around desperately for

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